Why me? [2p! Italy x Reader]

Chapter 15

~Luciano's pov~

I remember.

We were created by the First Players to do their dirty work.

We had to fight most of their battles and feel the pain and the agony of their citizens.

The blood of so many men... was sticking on our hands.

The First Players live like there were no wars, no plagues, nothing.

The Second Players were used as scapegoats for the shit the First Players have done.

Feliciano and Lovino haven't used my fratello and me as scapegoats, but we still had to fight most of their wars.

Wars, cold steel, blood...

Is this what they created me for?

Was I supposed to be a... war machine?

I sat down on the cold floor and stared at my hands.

I could see them stained with blood.

I could see my self holding a sword again.

I could feel a gun on my back again.

I heard the gunshots and the screams, the crying over fallen comrades...

"Luciano!"

I took one of my knives, ready to throw it, but it was just... (y/n) and Flavio.

"Fratellino! I was so worried!!"

(Y/n) shook her head.

"I'm surprised and glad this shit has a good ending for now."

"Sì, we need to go. Take the Allies with you."

"Why?", Flavio asked.

"Trust me, fratello. They know about all this shit better than us."

"What are you-"

I pulled (y/n) with me.

We were heading for the entrance/exit, but...

"Hahahaha! The hero has arrived!"

Oh no.

At the entrance of the Allies' hideout were the First Player Allies.

"(Y/n)! Are you okay?"

"A-Alfred! I thought... you were dead..."

"Heroes will never die!", he shouted with his annoying voice.

"(Y/n), love. There is something we haven't told you..."

~your pov~

"(Y/n), love. There is something we haven't told you..."

Arthur looked at me.

"Artie, don't!", the strawberry blonde man in the back said.

"I have to, so shut up! Where was I-"

He was cut off. No, really.

Luciano threw a knife at this throat.

It wasn't a nice sight, really.

"Arthur!"

"Mon ami!"

"At least he's immortal", Alfred muttered.

Immortal?

The fuck?

...wait.

Now it makes sense.

Alfred hasn't aged.

I haven't aged.